in my hand a, weathered note
I've read so manytimes, and far too long
what is it bout heart ache, that consumes
you hate it somuch, but you, just can't ignore it
what am I doing
sitting here alone
it's that wich is so indecent
I'm not to be loved
It weighs on me always, for days at a time
I live in the dream that you're coming back
knowing hopes useless, i'm better off faithless
than beilieving in something, that you know, means nothing
caring for someone who don't care
this time it's for my pain
this time it's just for me
this is
what, I'd say to you
if I thought that
my words could
ever hurt you
but you are heartless
i've come to figure
this time is just for me
a blank page is all you see
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